Tuesday, October 29, 2013

By Victoria Blisse (Guest Blogger)

Thanks for having me to visit, Lisabet.

My new release Sharing Nicely(http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/sharing-nicely) is over fifty thousand words long. And actual novel. I don’t
know if I’m just getting long winded in my old age or if maybe my
muse has gotten crueller. I love to write short stories, it’s a
challenge. Flash fiction makes me smile, I like trying to stuff lots
into to a few words. A novel is the opposite challenge. Finding out
what is essential to the plot and what is just fluff is difficult and
facing thousands upon thousands of words in edits brings me out in a
cold sweat but the satisfaction that comes from a finished novel is
addictive.

Also, who couldn’t write so much
about two super hot, dominant billionaires and the feisty business
woman they both fall for? It’s a fantasy come true for many women,
me included, to be wanted by two guys. Kerry is a clever thing and
she insists they both share nicely, or go home

Blurb

Two hot, sexy billionaires know what
they want and they want her, but will they be happy to share nicely?

Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she
runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t
used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.

Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are
life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy,
curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both
have a selfish desire to possess her completely.

Darren buys her seductive lingerie,
flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break,
cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement
their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is
dazzled by their persuasive personae and extravagant gifts.

Reader Advisory: This book contains
a scene of MFM Ménage and some violence.

Excerpt (Rated X)

“Local legend has
it”—Greg turned towards me as we approached the bridge—“that
if a couple kiss in a gondola under the Bridge of Sighs at sunset
then their love will last forever.”

I beamed at him, the
soft light of sunset bathed us and, as the shadow of the famous
bridge covered us, his lips pressed against mine. It felt like magic,
the golden sun like fire around us, the shadow of the bridge holding
us, the sound of the water and the peace of that moment. I wanted the
legend to be true. I’d not even thought about forever with Greg but
when he kissed me it became a dream I wanted to achieve.

He pulled back,
stroking his hand gently down my arm and smiling, a little
hesitantly, a tad unsure. I reached out a hand and cupped his face,
wanting to reassure him to make him feel better.

“That’s you and
me bound forever then,” I said with a lighthearted giggle. “I
hope you’re ready for it.”

He nodded and turned
his head to kiss the inside of my hand.

“I think I can
work with that,” he murmured, “you in bondage to me forever.”

Trust him to twist
the romance into something kinky and sexual. Or maybe that was just
me, maybe it was what I hoped he meant. I wanted him to tie me down
and use me—but maybe not right there, under the nose of a poor
working man and half of Venice who’d come out to see the Bridge of
Sighs at the most romantic time of the day.

It was later that
night that he showed me the meaning of his kinky words. We’d
enjoyed a meal in our room. Greg was hoping to keep a low profile for
as long as possible.

“We were just out
on the canal below the Bridge of Sighs where a lot of people saw us,
Greg, I’m not sure that’s keeping a low profile.”

“No,” he
replied, “you can’t let the possibility of discovery get in the
way of good romance. And if a tourist snapped us? Well, it will take
time for them to contact the media and get those photos circulated.
It’s not like I kissed you in front of a horde of paparazzi.”

“I’ll give you
that,” I conceded, hoping my thoughtless answer wouldn’t leave
him in a bad mood all evening.

“And you’ll give
me more.” He didn’t smile. His face was stony lined and I really
didn’t know what he would do next. “Go and stand at the bottom of
the stairs.”

I was about to
argue, I must admit. I wasn’t going to be commanded about like a
naughty child. Greg leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“I want to have
some fun. Play along, please. If you want to stop just shout
‘Diamonds’, okay?”

I nodded tersely and
went to stand just before the first stair that led up to the
mezzanine floor. I looked around, unsure of what to do. I felt a
little silly stood there, waiting for something to happen.

“I’ve been
looking at this staircase since we arrived, imagining you bent over,
holding onto the spindles and waiting for a damn good spanking. Hold
onto the rails and bend over, my dream’s about to come true.”

I gulped and licked
my lips. The image now danced in my mind too. I turned round, swung
around the last post and readied myself by bending and gripping two
rails in front of me.

“Oh yeah, that’s
it,” he moaned. I glanced to the left and saw him walking towards
me, his jaw set determinedly. My knees buckled beneath me. I don’t
know what the medical diagnosis for it would have been but I guessed
it was because all my blood had drained down to the lower parts of my
body and left my brain high and dry.

I gripped the cold,
hard beams all the tighter and was grateful to feel his hands on my
hips to help hold me up. I was even more grateful to feel him hitch
up my skirt and fold it over my back until my rump was revealed, the
light lace of my knickers the only thing that protected my modesty.

A rumble of
appreciation rolled from his lips and vibrated through his body until
I felt it transfer from his hands into me. I melted under his touch.
Even when he lifted a hand and let it drop hard onto my arse I
tightened up but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted the delicious
pain to continue. He read my mind as his slaps rained down
rhythmically. Each impact shook me, pushed arousal through my body
and as my buttocks stung, ecstasy blossomed. My nipples peaked and
rubbed painfully against my bra, my clit plumped, my pussy moistened
until the strip of lace covering me was soaked, the material clung to
my lips.

“So pretty and
pink, but this is in the way,” Greg peeled down my knickers, let
them drop to the floor in a flutter of freedom. “Oh, much better.”

He stroked my
buttocks, the sting revived with his touch. I was torn. I wanted more
punishment but I also wanted release.

He gripped my hips
tightly and pressed his crotch against me, his trouser-covered cock
nestling between my buttocks.

I rubbed back
against him, desperate for more of him. I bent my legs and
straightened them again as I communicated my lust to Greg, desperate
for him to give me more but with desire so great words wouldn’t
come.

He stepped back and
I heard the clunk of his belt being unfastened and the hiss of the
dropped zip. The next time I felt his pressure on me it was from his
naked cock probing between my buttocks. He bent his legs and
manoeuvred around me, using a hand to press his erection into my wet
slit and the other to grip my hip. Once he filled me he held onto me
with both hands and thrust hard.

I braced myself,
tried to hold it together when pain and pleasure at each impact mixed
and coalesced, taking my breath away. He slammed hard and fast and he
came inside me after just a few moments. The deep-seated grunt he
made flooded me with second-hand satisfaction. I didn’t have time
to think—he pulled out, dragged me up and turned me around in his
arms. He pressed my back against the banisters. He sought out my slit
with probing fingers and slid up and down to find my clit. We kissed,
mouths mashed together between gasps and pants. I was pure, writhing
need and when I came, I screamed against his lips and the pleasure
ripped from me, intense and immense.

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife,
Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress.
She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the
co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut
by the Sea Anthologies.

Victoria is also one of the brains
behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough
Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a
mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways
and Exciting Talks.

She is equally at home behind a laptop
or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked
Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and
biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester,
England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of
her stories.

Passion, love and laughter fill her
works, just as they fill her busy life.